My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Conan Edogawa stared in disbelief at a bespectacled man with a mustache, who was holding his young and beautiful wife's arm.

"Why are you here, Dad?!"

Conan Edogawa said through gritted teeth in a "quiet" voice.

"Ahem, Shinichi," Yusaku Kudo said with a serious face, "This is an invitation from Sherlock Holmes! Your dad is a Sherlock Holmes fan too, have you forgotten?"

"Honestly, he was dancing happily in his room just now," Yukiko Kudo said, looking exasperated.

"Damn it!" Conan Edogawa slumped forward in despair. "Why did it have to turn out like this?!"

Meanwhile, Aoki Makoto was happily preparing to watch the show. As the cheater, he naturally knew from the beginning, but...

Makoto Aoki smiled slightly: "Let's watch a live version of a famous detective solving a mystery."

After chatting for a while at the entrance, the group entered the castle, which was far from the city. Unlike its gloomy exterior, the exquisite decorations and facilities inside drew praise from even the most knowledgeable detectives.

"Good evening, fellow detectives."

Two maids descended the stairs, but the seams on their faces indicated that they were not human, but rather doll-like beings.

"It's surreal..." Hakuba Saguru's tone was complicated. After all, ever since the emergence of extraordinary abilities, detectives have had to consider the corresponding factors when solving cases. Even though Servants and Masters would not stoop to committing crimes, existence is existence, and this possibility cannot be ignored.

"It really is Sherlock Holmes' invitation!" A detective named Mogi waved his arm excitedly.

"Where is Mr. Holmes?" Conan Edogawa asked, pretending to be a child.

“As a detective, one must naturally confront others in a detective’s manner.” The maid’s empty pupils were devoid of any light as she repeated the scripted lines, “This castle itself is a huge mystery, and only the one who solves it can meet Sherlock Holmes.”

"Looking forward to your performance, detectives."

The famous detectives, full of fighting spirit and eager to show off their skills, scattered to search for clues, while Conan Edogawa had already run off in a flash.

Makoto Aoki looked at Yusaku Kudo beside him: "Aren't you going?"

The man, hailed as the pinnacle of intelligence in the Conan world, pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I just sensed something was off."

"But since it's a mystery, I'm also very interested."

So he leisurely walked away with his wife.

Makoto Aoki watched Yusaku Kudo's retreating figure thoughtfully: "It seems he's noticed something's wrong."

"Too."

Makoto Aoki secretly rolled his eyes. That tone didn't sound like Sherlock Holmes at all. Professor, you're not even serious about wearing a disguise. You're being too perfunctory!

However, Holmes was indeed present, and he used the "empty house adventure" trick quite skillfully.

"Alright," Makoto Aoki consoled himself. "Even if I couldn't go to the fireworks festival, watching a live mystery game is not bad either."

"As for the enemy..." Aoki Makoto gazed in the direction of the fireworks festival, "There are so many Servants over there, I don't need to worry about them. Good luck, everyone."

No need for further explanation, let's get started!

After all, this is the only time we can afford to be lazy.

……

"Aww." Shiina Mashiro naturally picked up a takoyaki from the stall and put it in her mouth to chew.

"Delicious," the blonde girl commented expressionlessly.

"Uncle, my skills are the best!" the stall owner exclaimed happily. "I've been making takoyaki for ten years!"

"Wow, that's amazing." Shiina Mashiro continued eating, and then planned to leave after finishing.

"Wait, young lady, you haven't paid yet!" the stall owner belatedly realized.

"Money?" Shiina Mashiro tilted her head blankly.

"Money." The stall owner held out his right hand, palm up.

"Sorry, here's the money." Red A (based on everyone's opinions, we'll use Red A from now on) reluctantly handed the money to the stall owner, and then handed the ice cream he had just bought in line to Mashiro, "I told you before, you have to pay for what you eat."

Shiina Mashiro nodded seriously: "Shirou is here."

"What if I'm not here?" Red A sighed. "Is there anything else you want to do or eat?"

"Well……"

Shiina Mashiro stretched out her hands, her thumb and forefinger spread at a right angle, and clasped her hands together, like a picture frame.

Her crimson eyes peered through the small window at the bustling stalls, where everyone's smiles were so genuine and joyful. Couples were arm in arm, families were huddled together, and friends were laughing and joking.

Shiina Mashiro's lips curled up into a small smile.

"It's so beautiful, I want to draw it."

Shiina Mashiro, a world-class artist, has a dream of becoming a manga artist. Although it's unclear why she has this idea, she is undoubtedly serious about it.

At this moment, Shiina Mashiro's red eyes sparkled, and her entire aura became lively and gentle.

"Then let's draw it."

The hardworking Red A pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil for sketching from somewhere, and it was unclear where he had put that thin black yukata.

Shiina Mashiro began to draw seriously, immersed in her own world, her gaze focused.

Red A stood to the side with his arms crossed, showing no sign of impatience.

"The painting is done."

Shiina Mashiro turned the sketchbook over.

"This is... you're drawing me." Red A was slightly surprised.

On the white paper, although it has been modified, it is still clear that the prototype is a male Emiya standing on one side of the picture, quietly watching the noisy scene, which appears peaceful and beautiful.

However, there was a hint of loneliness in the man's eyes.

Holding the sketchbook to her chest, Shiina Mashiro tugged at Red A's sleeve.

"Don't be upset, Shirou."

"Let's watch the fireworks together."

She's not very good at expressing her emotions or speaking; that's all she can do.

"Okay." Red A ruffled Shiina Mashiro's hair. "Let's go."